"Yibao, what's wrong with you?" Wang Ping asked hurriedly with concern.
She already regarded Hu Yibao as her son-in-law.
This was not a sudden decision made by Wang Ping.
Instead, it took a year-long investigation.
Ever since Hu Yibao moved into the community, Wang Ping began to observe Hu Yibao.
After spending more than half a year to determine Hu Yibao's character, they invited Hu Yibao to their home for dinner during the Mid-Autumn Festival.
We had frequent contact again and learned that Hu Yibao was writing now.
Although I don't know how much I have earned, but I should have earned a lot since I have been able to live in this community safely for a year.
No smoking, no drinking, no nightlife.
Wang Ping thinks that such an "honest" man is very suitable for her daughter.
Also, I have seen a lot of news on the Internet these two days.
It was said that a man named Hu Yibao won 10 million yuan and his face was photographed.
Wang Ping looked at the photo and thought that Hu Yibao looked a bit like her, so she came over and wanted to ask about him.
Although ten million is not too important for her family's financial situation, it can still determine the quality of life of the couple after marriage.
"Ahem!"
Hu Yibao patted his chest.
"It's okay, it's okay!"
"Just now when I was eating dumplings, I accidentally got stuck!"
Hu Yibao just didn't expect it.
Aunt Wang actually has such a routine.
Wang Ping breathed a sigh of relief: "Don't eat too hastily, chew slowly."
Let's get back to the topic of photos.
Wang Ping had already swiped to the next photo on her phone.
Or a photo of her daughter.
"This is a photo I took last summer. What do you think of it?" Wang Ping asked.
Hu Yibao's eyes lit up.
This photo is compared with the one I took just now when I was wearing a down jacket.
very beautiful!
Very amazing.
Her face was as white as snow, her facial features were as soft as jade, and under her long eyelashes were a pair of big watery eyes with clear black and white.
Under the golden ratio, it's like a long-legged fairy is alive.
More importantly, his mind is as broad as the valley and as profound as unfathomable.
When Wang Ping saw Hu Yibao's expression, she immediately got the answer she wanted and then said.
"My daughter is 22 this year, her birthday is November 12, and she has never had a boyfriend."
"He's a minor actor who hasn't acted in many movies."
Hu Yibao smiled and said, "I feel like she will become a big star in the future."
"Ah!" Wang Ping shook her head. "Forget about her being a big star. As long as she can live a peaceful and happy life for the rest of her life, her father and I will be satisfied."
When her daughter first entered the entertainment industry, Wang Ping was always worried.
As parents.
I don't ask for wealth and honor from my children, but I ask for their safety and happiness.
Wang Ping asked immediately.
"Yibao! Are you spending New Year's Eve alone?"
Hu Yibao nodded, "Yes! I won't go back this year."
Wang Ping suggested: "Then come to my house for New Year's Eve dinner on New Year's Eve."
"How can this be possible!" Hu Yibao wanted to refuse.
Now the career of earning reputation points through singing is booming.
Hu Yibao wanted to take advantage of this period of time to earn more reputation points.
"Why not! It's more lively when there are more people on New Year's Eve." Wang Ping said with a smile, "Okay, it's decided. If you don't come on New Year's Eve, I'll ask his dad to take you there."
"There's one more thing I want to ask you."
"Auntie, go ahead."
Wang Ping didn't hesitate and asked directly: "I saw a news report on my phone yesterday that someone with the same name as you won 10 million yuan. The person in the photo also looks a bit like you. Is it you?"
"Yes!" Hu Yibao did not hide anything about this matter.
Ten million!
It is indeed a lot for ordinary people.
But for someone like Hu Yibao, who has a family business, it is not only a chance for him to experience once what it feels like to win the first prize.
That's it!
"Oh, I feel similar too." Wang Ping's expression also looked normal.
""
Finished a plate of dumplings.
With Hu Yibao watching him, he took the plate and went back.
Hearing the closed door upstairs, Hu Yibao hesitated for a moment, but still turned on his enhanced hearing through the system.
Within ten meters, any movement can be detected clearly.
Soon, the conversation between Yang Tian and Wang Ping and his wife could be heard from upstairs.
Yang Tian: "Aren't you too hasty to go like this?"
Wang Ping: "Why are you in such a hurry? My daughter is not the kind of person who can't show off."
Yang Tian: "What did Hu Yibao say in response?"
Wang Ping: "She is very satisfied with our daughter. We will invite her over for a meal on New Year's Eve so that they can meet each other."
"Hey." Yang Tian sighed, "Isn't this too fast!?"
A daughter is her father's little cotton-padded jacket.
Yang Tian was a little reluctant.
Wang Ping: "Is this fast?"
"Yang Tian! When I married you, we just met and got the marriage certificate the next day."
"Also, my daughter is not a child anymore. She is 22 now and will be 23 this year. In our generation, she would have had children."
"More importantly, my daughter doesn't even have a boyfriend now. Young people nowadays have to date for more than a year before getting married, getting a marriage certificate, and having children."
"Everything goes well. It will take another two years for you to hold your grandchild."
"As parents, we must plan ahead for our children."
"What's more, Hu Yibao's personality and other qualities are all very good. If you miss this opportunity, you will never get it again."
Yang Tian: "Okay, then I'll leave everything to you. I'm going to watch TV for a while."
Wang Ping: "I'll go talk to my daughter."
Not long.
The voices of Wang Ping and Yang Mier rang in Hu Yibao's ears.
"Mom, what's wrong?"
Wang Ping: "Come with me to go shopping for clothes tomorrow."
"It's almost the New Year, and you didn't even bother buying two new pieces of clothing."
"Got it, Mom!"
After Wang Ping left.
"The blank outlines the blue and white"
Hu Yibao heard Yang Mier's clear singing voice.
"I was singing my Blue and White Porcelain song."
"It's a pretty good song."
Hu Yibao chuckled and shook his head, then with the help of the system, turned off his enhanced hearing.
The surroundings instantly returned to silence.
I went back to the bedroom, picked up the lyrics book beside the bed, and opened to the third page.
Today's new song has been updated.
Jiangnan
"The wind here is sticky
Clinging to the thoughts of passers-by
The rain has become tangled here
Clinging to our world
You are by my side.
Fate is written on the Sansheng Stone
Love is one ten-thousandth sweet
I'd rather be buried here.
Circle circle circle
Every day, every year, every day, I
Look deeply at your face
Angry Tenderness"
Another Chinese style song.
Hu Yibao followed the music score and hummed it.
Although not as stunning as Dong Feng Po and Blue and White Porcelain, it is also quite excellent.